Jon clambered out the door, closing it quickly and dashing on to the lawn outside his home. It was early evening and there wasn't a soul in sight - something that relieved him to no end.
"All right...outside. Relatively safe. Now I need to think about what to do." he began to pace on the lawn, trying to see a way out of the situation as well as work on precisely what it was his boobs could do.
He was concentrating so hard, he almost didn't feel it right before the release. THere was a pressure building in his chest and it erupted forward. Outside, however, with a space to dissipate in to, Jon was able to hold his breath as the gas was emitted.
When the cloud was gone in to the wind, Jon let out his breath. As he did so, he noticed his hair creeping down slowly, resting just barely within his eyesight. It appeared he had not missed all of the gas, but the only major effect had been to give him the appearance of needing a haircut. It wasn't as dramatic as his boobs or voice, but it was still a change he did not want to deal with.
He had to get some help...but from who?
